- 𝕣/𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟
I’ve posted this story so it might seem familiar: Something reminiscent of slender man. Obviously slenderman is a creepy pasta but this isn’t slender man. There’s a farm behind my house, separated by a canal. The farm stretches maybe about 1000 feet back before it hits a tree line. A couple weeks ago, I was eating dinner and was staring out at the farm. It was maybe 20 minutes until nightfall. I saw what looked like a really tall, gray version of Gumby walk out of the tree line, take two really large lunges, then disappear back into the tree line. It was much too tall to be a person. The next night, at the same time, the same exact thing happened except my parents were with me. I asked them if they saw that and they just said “saw what?”. Then it happened AGAIN the third night. So either my body its giving me random hallucinations in sync with my bodies time clock or there’s some weird Slendergumby demon living on the farm behind my house. I haven’t been home much recently so haven’t been able to look for it again but if I’m able to, I’m gonna try and take a picture. I don’t know how well that will work given the distance that I see it, but I can try.
- 𝕣/𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕚
I was on a cub scout campout somewhere in the woods by Knob Noster, Missouri. My friends were back at camp and was in the woods by the campsite, there was this fallen tree that was angled and we spent most of this campout trying to climb it, so I was halfway up the tree when looked to my right and a large hairy Orangutang looking creature was looking at me and grinning. I was 7 years old, not on drugs, and I saw an honest to god Sasquatch.
- 𝕣/-𝕤𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕠𝕤
I was in my brother’s room a few years ago when something strange happened with a balloon.
My brother had a red balloon in his room (don’t know where he got it from) and I was just hanging out in there with my mom. My brother was on his bed, my mom was sitting in a chair, and I was standing near the door. Now this red balloon was about 4 feet away from me, pushed up against the ceiling. I was looking in the balloon’s direction and all of a sudden it just falls halfway to the ground and shoots back up again. Everyone in the room saw it and I FREAKED out and sprinted back into my room terrified. My brother was going crazy while I was freaked the hell once and my mom was trying to calm us back. No one was in arm’s reach for the balloon or its string and it suddenly fell down and shot back up again.
- 𝕣/𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒77
I was around 12 when this happened to me. During the time my brother and I shared a room and had bunk beds. He had the top bed while had the bottom. The room was quite long but really skinny, almost a L shape if you will.
Anyways, I remembered waking up late one night. At the time I could not figure out what I was feeling, but now I could describe it as dread and extreme anxiety. I stood up out of bed and checked to see my brother sleeping. As I turned towards the doorway, noticed it was open. This was odd because we always slept with the door closed to keep the cat out.
As walked towards the door to shut it, I could see a shadow in the doorway that was illuminated by the hallway nightlight my dad has set up for us. I peeked around the corner and that was when I saw…whatever it was I saw.
In the door way was a massive figure. If had to guess, probably around 6’6-6’7. Extremely lanky the only detail I could make out was it’s long skinny arms and it’s eyes, which were red. I remember staring at it for a couple seconds before it entered the room, having to bend at the waist just to get underneath the door frame. The last thing I remember was it rapidly approaching the bunk bed then it goes blank. I woke up on the floor early the next morning. I told my dad about it the next day but of course he chalked it up to a bad dream and realistically he was probably right. It is just difficult to get over the fact that to this day still remember whatever was in the doorway and the exact feeling I had from start to finish. The final thing about the encounter that convinced me something happened that night was my brother. About 2 days later he pulled off his shirt and he had what looked like 3 insect bite marks on his upper right back, forming a triangle. They went away relatively fast but to this day he has a mole in the direct centre of where the “bites” where
- 𝕣/𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝
My Mum’s Aboriginal, and as a kid, whenever we moved to a new place she’d always get to know all the blackfellas in town.
We made friends with a family who had an old Uncle (not gonna mention his real name on here, so we’ll just call him Jack). Uncle Jack used to spend a lot of time in the bush and he was fluent in the Noongar language.
He told us lots of yarns about little hairy humanoids called “woodarchies”. They’re well known among Noongar people and are mischievous and can torment you if you piss them off.
He told us one story that gave me chills as a kid. He was camping in his swag and his fire had died right down. He woke and there were four woodarchies surrounding him. Standing at his head, feet and either side like “points of a compass”.
He was too scared to move, so stayed stock still, trying not to look at them. At some point he drifted off to sleep and when he woke they were gone. They left a handful of rocks on his swag though.
- 𝕣/𝕜𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕪
I am going to write this on behalf of my mother, who passed away a year ago and saw and heard many things that the average person wouldn’t believe. To start, I live on a farm in a house that was built in the early 1900s. To date, four people have passed away in the house or near the house. My great great grandma died in a rocking chair. My great great grandpa was riding in a wagon down our driveway when his team of horses got spooked and he flew off and broke his neck. A hired man’s wife fell down our stairs while she was pregnant and hemorrhaged and died, and my aunt died in my old bedroom at age 2. Over the years, my mother and brother have experienced many different spooky things on our property. In the early 1980s, they both heard footsteps walking up and down our upstairs hallway in the middle of the night. My brother was alone once and he was outside doing farm choirs in the dark. He was maybe 500 feet from our house. He had the urge to look over and every single light in the house was on. My mom has heard people whispering her name, she’s heard creaking noises in the house, and sounds as if something had fallen (big crashes, etc.). My father has been oblivious to everything and has never heard any of it. In 2004, my mom went outside to fill our woodstove at about 10 p.m. On her way back to the house, she got the feeling that she was being watched. As she turned to look to her right, she saw this very skinny, gray being standing below our house staring over its shoulder at her. She got this intense feeling that it wanted her to see it. After a few seconds, it bolted away from the house. She was so freaked out that she sprinted into our house, locked the doors and collapsed on the floor in hysterics. For years, she’d never tell anyone the story. This was a particularly interesting experience, as in the late 1960s our neighbor just over the hill had gray aliens walk into his barn and actually talk to him. It was investigated by some big shot UFO investigator out of Chicago too. I personally had never heard or seen anything in our house until recently. Over the years, friends have came over and saw shadow people in our house, or hear the pitter patter of small dog feet on the floor upstairs. As said earlier, my mother passed away a year ago and we have her urn sitting on a table downstairs, just below my bedroom. For about three months, every night was in the home alone (my dad is a trucker so he’s gone for a week at a time with a five day break in between) would hear this pounding noise every 30 seconds coming from somewhere in the walls as tried to fall asleep. I’ve heard crashing noises and my dog has perked his ears up because of them. A lot of people are too freaked out to stay overnight at my house without my Dad being there, and I’m starting to get that way too.
- 𝕣/ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕤1984
When I was in college, I lived in a dorm for Native students. It was the first multicultural house in the Greek Village, and we were so proud. About 9 of us lived there. The college was built on our tribe’s old wintering grounds, and the school had disposed of things in a pretty shady way back in the 70s and 80s. Anyway, over the first few months we lived there, several of us noticed strange things. We weren’t comfortable by ourselves. We’d see black people shapes out of the corners of our eyes. Somebody even swore they had a conversation with me, when wasn’t in the house. They said the “me” was a bit off and vacant and strange, but they couldn’t figure out why. This happened with a few of us. Things were being broken and misplaced. We would hear strange wind noises sometimes. We finally went to someone in our tribe who dealt with things like this. He came and cleared the house with tobacco and water. We prayed, and cleansed ourselves. Two of us stayed in the house while he worked. I distinctly remember him walking through the darkened living room, opening the door, and hearing what sounded like a tornado whizz through the room very quickly. Then it was over. Turns out it wasn’t malevolent or anything. Just something that had attached itself to the land. We never had any problems after the cleansing.
- 𝕣/𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙-𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤13
Went on a high school trip to Civil War sites. Went walking around Gettysburg in the middle of the night. Saw 3 shadowy looking dudes with muskets go running by.
- 𝕣/𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟
I was a baby when this incident happened, but believe my sister, who was around 5 years old at the time.My cousins, aunts, and uncles were at a birthday party one Saturday at my grandmother’s house in Houston. All the adults were inside the house around dusk but the older cousins (ages ranging from 4 to 8) and my sister were outside, playing. My sister isn’t sure who noticed the bird in the tree first, but soon all of the cousins noticed it as well. A bird was perched on one of the lower branches just staring at them. Before their horified eyes, the bird began transforming until it was a woman. A woman sitting on the branch leering at them. As they began shouting and screaming for their parents, the woman became a bird again. By this time, the parents had come out to investigate the commotion but the bird wouldn’t budge. Not until my grandmother, a formidable and salt of the earth type of woman, went outside, did the bird fly off. The house is creepy. It’s still in the family and I’ve had some other strange experiences as did my mother (it was in the family since my parents were young teens). My cousin owns it now and it’s still creepy and old and he doesn’t really like living in the little yellow house either. In the beautiful roses my grandmother planted, strange things have been found. Animal bones, guts, melted candles, and other witchcraft type of things. A lady in white has been seen moving from room room in the past by house guests.
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